I Woke Up My Step Sister With A Hard Cock – LenaLouix

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It always gives me and I was afraid to be perverted so even though I am interested in many things I do not say it. They all see me so holy, so innocent, that I do not know how they would see me if they discovered what goes through my mind. Although there is some truth in all this, I am still a virgin, which is why something “innocent” I am.

Today I want to tell my first experience in sexting, which was something completely new for me, and liberating.

I was in an app, it was not even dating, but I had an anonymous chat, which worked to my advantage. I was always talking to people of all kinds, I was just interested in the other person wanting to have a conversation, and I found that older men attracted me more on that side.

I had already had approaches to talking “perverted” things with strangers on the Internet, but never took the final step, never sexting, send photos or find us. Only promises. In that way I learned to provoke many, without daring to more, but somehow I fell in love with that feeling of feeling wanted … so it became a bad habit.
I started talking with a 27-year-old boy, not very big but compared to my 17 years of that time, at least in my opinion. However we got on surprisingly well. He liked the anime, we thought similar in some things and in the end we ended up being a kind of “friends” that we talked every day while he told me about his work and me about how I was doing in school.

I remember that once I told him that my portable charger broke and he offered to buy me one, at that moment I could understand that maybe he wanted something “more” with me, because that is not said to anyone. Beyond whether it was true or not rejected because I felt sorry, and if I did not mention it, was from another country.

But let’s go to the echo, right?

One night during the week that I could not sleep, we were talking, and being at night, which is when I usually got hot and masturbated, I decided to “play” with him a bit. I do not know how but I ended up saying that I was wearing fishnet stockings, that he had already told me that they were driving him crazy, and if anyone wondered why he was wearing that … because it was cold, he was in shorts and just because I like to wear them, to feel sexy.

The point is that he asked me for a “proof” photo, obviously, and although he had never sent anything in before, he gave me the confidence to do it. Silly but true. Then, trying not to make noise or wake up my sister who was in the same room, I took a picture that showed my beautiful legs and some short.
From there the conversation began to rise in tone, he saying how much he liked my stockings, what he would do with me and send me a picture of how much he was enjoying it. That ignited me, and without touching me I noticed when I had gotten wet, I felt those tickles of pleasure that I only felt when something really warmed me, that it was rare that it happened.

From that moment, I did not know it, but I would discover that I am a slave to pleasure, and with the right person and excitement I would give everything.

Obviously he asked me for more pictures, first without the shorts, after how he played with the stockings on me and finally I wanted a picture of my tail without stockings or anything. It is worth mentioning that I was super nervous, and excited, because my sister was right on the other side of the room and could wake up at any moment.

Accept everything in the fever of the moment but I did not send a completely nude photo, it was my limit. It’s something that even now I would say that I only sent a man and it’s more because of my own insecurity, for being plump and, because excited and everything, I still felt some shame, which I suppose added the morbid as well.

I finished before him but I followed the game sending him photos from different positions as much as possible, because I liked to excite him.

Anyway, when everything was over and my temperature dropped a little I was dying of shame and giving a half an excuse I said goodbye to him.

The next day I barely woke up I was waiting for a message from him, greeting me as usual, and feeling still strange I decided to ignore it. At school I could not stop thinking about what I did, but more than thinking about how dangerous it was that these photos end up on the internet, I got excited thinking about what I did and doing it again. I was on the verge of masturbating in the middle of a class just for thinking about it but in the end I did not do it, although on returning home I was definitely wet.
That was not my last approach to sexting, although it is something I will never forget. Later I learned better about taking pictures and not let my face out … yes, that’s how naive it was, but that’s for another time.

This is a story for all those who asked me to write something more, I hope this time is better than the previous one. As always, everything is true but I could not give many details, the chat with him I lost once you uninstall the application and his name I forgot among so many who speak to me, I only remember the sensations and specific things that happened . I hope you like it C: